From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Coed Ass (MF, MF, anal)
Date: 11 Feb 1996 17:30:02 GMT

			       Coed Ass
		Teaching Brock the Rules of Rear Entry

	I kicked one leg high in the air and then segued into a mind-
bending series of cartwheels that got the audience on its feet and
screaming for more. The stretchy fabric of my tight blue leotard dug
into my pussy as my swingy skirt turned upside down, flashing the firm
crescents of my lower buttocks to the whole world on national TV. I
came up gracefully, landing on both feet with a wild victory cry.

	"YEAH, TEAM!" I screamed, shaking my pom-poms like they were
going out of style.

	As I led the cheerleading routine, I noticed that the leg
bands of my leotard were starting to work their way up my leg. Oh
shit. There was no way I could casually slip my hand under my skirt
and pull it back into place-not with the camera crew from all three
networks and several cable companies aimed directly at my pulsating
crotch. Thank goodness I kept my pussy shaved satin-smooth.

	At least I wouldn't have any telltale blonde hairs poking out.
I always get hot and excited during a big game, especially when we're
winning. This time, I had the added stimulation of my tight leotard
rubbing vigorously into my pelvis every time I moved. I knew I
shouldn't have put my new uniform in the dryer. On the other hand, I
was starting to like the sensation. Tiny sparkles of excitement
rippled through my lower body, making my cunt drool so bad that I was
afraid I was going to develop a wet spot on my crotch.

	When would this game ever end? The last nine minutes lasted an
eternity. I was twitching, leaping, and screaming, urging our boys on
to victory with, an extra helping of enthusiasm. I honestly don't know
how the other cheerleaders kept up with me. I said a brief prayer of
thanks when the game finally ended. Although the girls' shower room is
a great place to get caught up on all the bitchy gossip, it doesn't
give you much privacy. Every fiber in my body was crying out for
relief, but I dared not touch myself. Closing my eyes and turning my
face toward the warm shower, I silently reminded myself that I would
soon be in the capable arms of my super-horny boyfriend.( Well, it
wasn't all that soon.

	As the star quarterback, Kyle had to give a bunch of
interviews to various TV and news reporters. Then we had to knock back
a few brews with the rest of the team to celebrate the victory. Fuck,
I was so twitchy I could barely!sit down. "What's the matter with
you!" Kyle asked as I fidgeted in our booth. I nibbled his ear,
inhaling the fresh scent of his hair, which was still damp from his
shower.

	"I'm horny beyond belief!" I blurted out, louder than I meant
to. The other guys at the table laughed and Kyle suddenly realized it
was time for us to be going.

	When we got back to his hotel room, I ripped his fly open and
pulled out his fat nine inch prick with a passion he didn't know I
had. First I stuffed it into my mouth, but that wasn't enough.
Bursting out of my clothes, I guided him down onto his back and began
to ride him like a cowgirl. Ah, it felt good. I slapped the carpet
beside him as I yowled in pleasure. My first orgasm came within
seconds, and the next four followed in short, sharp order.

	"Damn, you're hot!" Kyle shouted. He continued to thrust
upwards, pumping with the powerful rhythm of a well-oiled machine.
Nothing could stop that dick of his. It tap danced against my interior
walls, stretching me out wide and sweet. When it surged across my G-
spot, I thundered into another series of wild climaxes. It was
probably over an hour before I slumped against Kyle's chest, my hot&
breath puffing out of me like I was a fire-breathing dragon.

	"So... good," I said, panting between every word. "So...
fucking... damn... good." I tried to wriggle my hips on his still-hard
dick, but I don't think I moved so much as a quarter of an inch. My
favorite fucking football hero had just about worn me out. He held me
in his strong arms for several minutes, allowing me to rest. His bold
cock stirred around slowly inside my cunt, just enough to keep me
feeling good. I finally remembered how to talk.

	"You didn't cum,' I said. "How could you hold back! I can feel
how hard your cock is."

	"You were so excited,' he replied. "All loose and wet. It was
so good just watching you." "But you've got to do more than just
watch,' I said, kissing his nose. "I know you. You're a man of
action." I wriggled again. This time I felt the rush of wet cunt goo
seeping out around the place where his thick dick plunged into my
well-used pussy. I'd been so wet and open, so loose and juicy, maybe a
little too loose and juicy. Maybe he still hadn't gotten all the
stimulation he really needed. Lifting myself off his big body, I sank
to the floor in a belly-down, butt-up position.

	"Maybe you'd like to take me this way?" I said, tossing a
teasing smile in the direction of his sticky-wet cock.

	"Fuck you doggy style, you mean7"

	"No. I mean you should fuck me up the ass!" There was a long
silence. We had never tried anything so kinky before, and I was
suddenly afraid that I'd gone too far. But then Kyle smiled, this big
shit-eating grin spreading from ear to ear.

	"You do have some ideas, baby!" he said. Kyle weighs about
three times what I do, so I felt well and truly covered when he
hunkered down on top of me. All that rich, male meat, ripe with the
musky odor of his own need. My nipples stiffened as they were pressed
into the ticklish fibers of the carpet, and my clitty button started
to hum like it was warming up for another round of super-explosions.

	"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted. "Do it! Stick that big dick right
between my cheeks!" He probed roughly down the line of my crack,
quickly locating the sensitive opening. His swollen knob felt
enormous, much too large to insinuate its way into my sweet virgin
asshole. But I knew that I was as relaxed and open as I would ever be
in this lifetime. If I wanted to know what anal fucking was really
all about, here was my big chance.

	"It feels like an elephant's dick,' I moaned. Tiny shimmers of
kinky pleasure radiated out from the place where his cockhead was
opening my asshole. My hips rolled underneath his weight. My sharp
pelvic bones buttered against the carpet.

	Then he gave a mighty thrust, and he was home. The fat head of
his spear zinged past the tight ring of muscle that guarded my
sphincter. The brief moment of discomfort passed, transforming itself
into a giddy kind of pleasure. Damn, I couldn't believe the way we fit
together. Talk about skintight, hand in glove, custom fitted fucks! My
virgin asshole just barely opened enough to accept the length of him,
and then it didn't open so much as another fraction of an inch.

	I could feel every swollen vein that stuck out from his
powerful pumping shaft. I could even feel the small droplets of goo
oozing out of the end of his stick. Since I'd already had enough
orgasms to kill a horse, I hadn't really expected to cum again. I'd
offered my virgin ass to make sure that Kyle was getting his share of
pleasure, but once again I was the one who was heading straight for
heaven.

	As he slapped his quarterback's weight against my butt-cheeks,
he was forcing me to grind my clitty nubbin hard against the floor.
The result was a series of fireworks that would make the Fourth of
July look sick!! I don't know how to describe the sensations building
in my asshole.

	As Kyle reamed me out, I experienced a steady increase in the
number of small, sharp seismic tremors that started on my back highway
and traveled outwards in all directions until I clenched my toes in
sheer passion. "Kyle, oh Kyle, you fucker, Kyle,you're the best damn
fucker, the best damn fucker there ever was!" Tears were pouring down
my face, and I didn't even know what they were until 1 tasted the salt
on my lips. My whole existence had become a mindless blur of pleasure.
And then he came. I hope I'm not spoiling anybody's illusions, but
most of the time I really can't feel the guy's sperm shoot off in my
cunt. So I wasn't prepared for the force of his ejaculation, which
made his thick wad of hot spunk spank a sensitive secret place
somewhere deep within my bowels.

	Moaning and twitching, I felt every spastic contraction of his
spraying firehose of a beautiful assfucking dick. Of course, I was
cumming again myself. It was useless to try and stop me. All I could
do was squirm from the endless pleasure as I chanted Kyle's name in
the ultimate victory chant. We slept on the floor, two exhausted
creatures who had forgotten that such a thing as beds ever existed. I
blacked out, too well-fucked to dream, my legs intertwined with
Kyle's. Only when the telephone rang did I finally begin to swim back
toward consciousness.

	"Yeah!" Kyle picked up the phone, ready to hang up if it was
another damn reporter. I smiled up at him from the floor, admiring the
dingle dangle of his hairy balls. His dick was already back at half
mast, the knob twitching expectantly. I had a pretty good idea that
he'd enjoyed our little back road cruise just as much as I had. "You
and Jenny!" Kyle said into the phone. He sounded rather stupid, like
his mind wasn't entirely on the conversation. "Yeah. I guess. Give us
a few minutes to wash up." He dropped the receiver into the cradle.

	"That was Brock. He and Jenny wanted to come up for a victory
drink, so I said OK." I made a face. He bent down and playfully
spanked my ass.

	"Didn't you get enough yet!" he asked.

	"Maybe I'm worried you didn't get enough."

	We playfully nipped at each other's lips before hurrying to
the shower to hose down the smell of sweat and butt-fucking. By the
time the other couple arrived, we were passably decent. As always when
the guys get together after a game, we ended up drinking a fair amount
of beer and getting pretty rowdy. It was possible that I was even
being a little more obnoxious than usual, since I was still so high
from my new game with Kyle.

	In any case, I suddenly blurted out an incredibly rude
question. "What do you think of Greek, Brock! Do you and Jenny ever,
you know, get it on up an alternate hole!" Kyle turned about three
different shades of purple, and Brock went red down to the tips of his
ears. But Jenny just burst out laughing.

	"I've been trying to get him to try it,' she said. "But he
thinks it's pretty kinky behavior for a big football hero like him.
Don't you, honey!'"

	I thought Brock was going to pass out. "I... I... I... " he
sputtered. "What we do is supposed to be our secret!"

	Kyle yelped, sounding like a puppy hit by a locomotive.

	"Does that mean that you and Dinah have tried it!" Jenny
inquired.

	Her hand had slipped down to the front of her jeans, where it
could rub the front of her crotch with open excitement. I think we all
knew what we were leading up to.

	"Sure: I said. "Would you like to see a demonstration!"

	"A what!" Kyle squawked. But he couldn't have been all that
upset, because his big cock was squirming visibly in his pants.

	"I'd love to. We'd both love to,' said Jenny. "Wouldn't we,
Brock!" Poor Brock was entirely too tongue-tied to say yes or no. He
whimpered a little as Jenny unzipped his fly and drew out his fine,
upstanding nine inch dick.

	Meanwhile, I had risen from the couch so that I could dance
out of my clothes. It was an incredible high, showing off my firm
cheerleader's body for two friends who had never expected to see me
naked. Jenny gasped, visibly impressed, when she realized that I had
shaved my pussy bald to show everything I had.

	"Come on, honey!" I said, grasping the bulge in Kyle's
trousers with both hands to bring him to his feet. He was ramrod hard,
so hard that Jenny and Brock would never believe that we'd spent the
last few hours in a blur of fucking. I stripped him easily and knelt
to slobber on his proud scallion stalk. "Yeah, that's nice and hard,
baby!" I cooed. By this time. Brock and Jenny were also naked. Brock
sat on the couch, his fat dick pointed straight for the ceiling, as
Jenny rolled it between the palms of her hands.

	When I turned my back on them, bending forward to thrust my
ass in their faces, Brock let loose a soft, sighing sound. "Watch
closely," I said, getting down on all fours. "You'll be tested on this
material afterwards."

	Kyle had forgotten all about what we did being "private". His
rigid rod was as eager to perform as my silky, sucking asshole. I felt
the dribbles of goo running from his slit as he diddled his dick down
my ass crack.

	"Come on, baby!" I said. "Bring it home." I could feel Jenny
and Brock's eyes beaming into the place where Kyle's dick speared into
my asshole. Excited beyond belief, I had to prop up my front on my
chin and my left hand so that my right hand could creep back to my
clitoris.

	As Kyle thrust into me, I began to rub my trigger-happy joy
button. Brock suddenly found his voice. "Shit, she really likes it!"
Slipping down from the couch, he got down on the floor for a close-up
look at the action. Of course Jenny was right beside him. "Why don't
you try it!" I asked. "Right here, right next to us. If you start to
do anything wrong, well be here to give you some pointers." "Yeah,
sure." Brock grinned, and I knew he wouldn't need a helluva lot of
coaching after all.

	"You really want to try it?" he asked Jenny.

	"You know I do, macho man!"

	"Then let's do it to it."

	He thrust his dick forward, allowing Jenny to wet it with her
eager tongue. "Get it nice and slick, honey.I don't want to hurt you."
"Yeah, you've got such a big dick,' she said. "Maybe I better put a
little extra spit on it." Redoubling her cocksucking efforts, she gave
him along, teasing suck that made his balls twitch.

	I'd never had such a close-up view of another couple getting
it on before. My butt bounced backward faster and faster as my asshole
milked Kyle's talented hotrod for more and more excitement. "Do it!" I
cried. "Fuck her asshole right in front of me!" Brock gently placed
his hands on Jenny's shoulders and moved her head away from his dick.
She released him with a reluctant pop. Several wet sticky strings
joined her lips to his cock for an instant longer.

	Then she turned, steadying herself on all fours, as she
offered her virgin asshole to him. I don't know how Kyle
maintained)his control. He felt so big inside of me, like he was going
to pop any minute. I was doubly glad that we'd had such a satisfying
fuck before, because it was going to take him longer to build up
enough spunk for another shooting match.

	Meanwhile, I was having orgasm after orgasm,little ones and
big ones and sweet shivery in between ones. Every place his skin
touched mine had become a super charged erogenous zone that threw off
sparks with a snap-crackle-pop that just wouldn't quit. Jenny was
moaning. Brock had just positioned the purple plum of his overgrown
whopper against her rosebud.

	"It's too big!" he said. "I can't do it!"

	"Don't be afraid. She'll stretch to fit!" I said. "Take it
from one who knows, that's what makes it feel so good."

	"Please, Brock?" Jenny said in a quiet voice. "I've been
wanting my ass reamed by you for so long."

	How could a man of flesh and blood resist the entreaties of
two horny women! Taking a deep breath, he thrust forward, spearing
his shaft into her with a mighty groan that reverberated around the
room. Jenny cried out, her distorted moan a perfect imitation of a
she-cat in heat.

	"Yeeeessssss! Oh, Brock, fucking Brock, oh yeeeeeesssss!" she
screamed. Kyle kept pumping into me at a steady rate guaranteed to
drive me out of my tree. Brock took a little longer to establish his
rhythm, but Jenny seemed to be having a terrific time no matter what
he did. Both of us women were screeching and moaning to blow the roof
off the building as we trembled into climax after climax.

	Brock, obviously electrified by the tight grip Jenny's
spasming asshole had on his dick, suddenly stiffened at her rear.

	"Here it cums!" he said, his face contorting as he prepared to
shoot his load. In perfect sympathy with the other couple, Kyle
suddenly went rigid himself. And then all four of us were cumming
together, hooting and hollering like a whole damn stadium full of
beer-crazed fans.

	After that, there were really no limits. We showered together,
lovingly cleaning the men's dicks, before Jenny and I silently tumbled
into a sexy lesbian show for their benefit.

	When the sight of our naked female bodies writhing in harmony
had them stiff and ready again, we swapped around without any concern
for jealousy or hurt feelings. We were way beyond any consideration
except pleasure.

	At some point, I found myself getting stuffed in every orifice
at once-Jenny shoving her twat into my mouth while Kyle plugged my
twat and Brock pumped my asshole. The orgasmic contractions came from
mouth, pussy, and butt at an ever-increasing speed that made me blur
into a mindless creature of fucking. So full, so full. I had never
felt so full. Words Like "climax" "satisfaction" and "completion" are
only a pale shadow of the indescribable sensations I experienced at
that eternal moment.

	Much later, days later, my pussy and my asshole fucked raw, I
lay contented in Kyle's arms. ""I've never hadda victory celebration
like that one,' he said, nuzzling my ears. "If I'd known assfucking
would lead to experiences like that, I would have tried it a long time
ago!"

	"Now you're a sexual athlete!" I replied, putting extra
emphasis on the word sexual. "The best kind," he said. "Oh yes.
Definitely." I rolled onto my belly, and lifted the sweet curve of my
buttocks to his inspection. We both knew that we'd ascended to a new
level of sexual satisfaction that most people would never dare to
explore.